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Post by Angel Mau on Feb 21, 2016 4:46:54 GMT
Angel cursed his luck. At least two of them left. Looking at the last one Angel held out a hand.
"What? No, no way."
He lied... Hopefully convincingly.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Feb 21, 2016 4:53:32 GMT
The injured Brush laughed loudly, holding his bleeding arm against his chest. He shook his head and turned to walk off with the other two.
"Go see the Prince. I dare you."
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Post by Angel Mau on Feb 21, 2016 5:20:25 GMT
Angel watched after the trio as they left... That could have gone better... Or worse. But that warning... What did he mean by that? Angel knew that tremere were frowned upon, but could the Prince of this city have a personal vendetta?
"Belle. Time to find a hotel and sleep for the day."
Angel slung the blood off his sword and sheathed it. Looks like tomorrow was going to be a long night.
"We're going to go through hell tomorrow..."
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